#a: reflection

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reflection // fifth harmony

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My Life As A Fat Girl

I'm 18 years old and I weight around 215 pounds. In the past week I've eaten so much junk that I've gained about 7 pounds. But I'm not ashamed of my weight, and neither should anyone else be ashamed of their weight.

I wear a size 16/17 in jeans, a 19/20 in shorts, and my dress size is 2x. Honestly thought, this is mainly my own fault. I have all sorts of bad eating habits. But that isn't important here, what is important is how I see my body. I see my body in a positive way. I love my body. I am comfortable with my body. But no one else is.

My family often makes remarks about how I shouldn't be putting this or that into my body. Or they talk about what I should be doing to slim down and lose some weight. Sometimes they specify that it's for health reasons (and honestly I appreciate the concern about my health because it's a concern that I share) but most of the time it seems to have an undermining meanness to it. 

Questions such as: do you have body issues? have you ever had an eating disorder? are you comfortable in your own clothes? why don't you work out?  haunt me. People ask me things like this all of the time, as if it is any of their business. Honestly, its my body and if I'm happy with it than that's all that matters. Yet no one else can seem to accept it. 

Maybe this has to do with what society tells us or maybe just what the social norm is. All I know is that everyone needs to stop talking about my body. I don't go around telling other people what to eat and how to work out, so what gives others the right to do that to me?

I'm 18 years old and I weigh 215 pounds. And that's okay.